Marl. What can I say to him, a mere boy, an idiot, whose ignorance and age are a protection?
Hast. A poor contemptible booby, that would but disgrace correction.
Miss Nev. Yet with cunning and malice enough to make himself merry with all our embarrassments.
Hast. An insensible cub.
Marl. Replete with tricks and mischief.
Tony. Baw! damme, but I'll fight you both, one after the other,——with baskets.
Marl. As for him, he's below resentment. But your conduct, Mr. Hastings, requires an explanation. You knew of my mistakes, yet would not undeceive me.
Hast. Tortured as I am with my own disappointments, is this a time for explanations? It is not friendly, Mr. Marlow.
Marl. But, sir——
Miss Nev. Mr. Marlow, we never kept on your mistake, till it was too late to undeceive you. Be pacified.